Raw & Ruined: Short Romantic Sins
Then over her bottom lip — tracing it like she was learning the shape by touch.
Sienna’s lips parted on instinct.
Lena leaned in.
The first kiss was so soft it almost didn’t register as real.
Just lips brushing. Testing. Trembling.
Then again — firmer.
Then again — deeper.
Sienna made a tiny, helpless sound in the back of her throat.
That sound broke something.
Lena surged forward, kissing her properly now — open-mouthed, hungry, tongue sliding against tongue. Sienna met her with equal desperation, hands flying to Lena’s shoulders, then neck, then hair, pulling her closer, closer, closer.